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The Unfit Mallee Bull
In the great Australian outback where the bulls are fighting fit, Where they come in droves to work out at the gym, There’s a bull who won’t on any terms to exercise commit, And his shape you’d have to say is hardly trim.
And while all the other bulls are pumping iron and having races This unhealthy lazy slob just chews his cud, And it’s when his brothers look at him, you see it in their faces That they really think this weakling is a dud.
For he mostly sits around or goes for strolls out in the Mallee Or he sometimes takes a short trip to the pub, Where he sits upon six bar stools, on the bar he props his belly, When the pub is closed you’ll find him at his club.
He’s a fully paid up member and he’s really quite a card, And he’s popular with all the clientele; Though he’s fat, unfit and wheezy and of hearing is quite hard, It’s the bovine jokes he tells that go down well.
Now the cows all think him wonderful, he’s got a brilliant wit, And they overlook his over weight physique, And while all the fit bulls grumble that this fellow is a twit, It’s no secret – it’s his fan base that they seek.
When it comes to muster herds of Mallee bulls to take to market, Why do stockmen always leave this bull behind? It’s because they see he’s over-fat and on the way he’ll cark it, It’s the fit bulls that are to their fate consigned.
So for year on year he’s left there in his home amongst the Mallee, Getting fatter and less fitter by the day; Drinking beer and courting cows, eating buttered bread and jelly, He’s too lazy to get out of his own way.
And each year their rippling muscles, the young Mallee bulls parade, And they off to fights and wrestling matches go, While our fat and idle tub of lard just sits there in the shade, Writing poetry and sipping milkshakes so -
If you use the saying: “As fit as a Mallee bull” one day, Make it clear to whom it is that you refer: If it’s to the great majority – a compliment you pay; If it’s otherwise it could be judged a slur.
© Dennis N. O'Brien, 2011, 2012
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